Hearing him say my name like that makes me go faster and take him deeper. He sinks both hands in my hair and holds the back of my head, pushing me to take more of him. I start to, gradually. His hands tighten on my hair and without warning, he pushes himself deeper than I can take him, so far that I feel him in the back of my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t let up as he starts fucking my mouth, increasing the pace each time I make a sound of protest.
My nails dig into his thighs and he groans so deeply, that for a millisecond I forget the pain. He thrusts again and tears start seeping out of my eyes. He fucks my mouth until he reaches the back of my throat again, and again, groaning deeply each time he does it, which turns me on despite the discomfort. Finally, he pulls out slowly and lets go of my hair. I land on my hands and start gasping for air as I wipe my face. I look up to tell him off and find that maddening, cunning smile on his face.
“What happened?” he asks, jaw ticking. “I thought you didn’t care?”
Asshole.I glare up at him. “I don’t.”
Before I can react, he picks me up like a rag doll and sits me on the bed. The look on his face is murderous. I definitely struck a nerve, but fuck him. He wants to play this game? Okay, then. Let’s fucking play. My mouth still hurts, but I manage to give him my fakest smile and watch his eyes turn to slits. I turn around, get on my hands and knees, and push my ass toward him. This was his preferred position when he fucked women before me. He’d told me that, one night.“They were just fucks, nothing else. I didn’t even look at their faces. I didn’t care.”Even though I hated every single one of them, the knowledge that he was different with me made me delirious.
I personally love this position, but that’s not why I’m doing it. This has become a power play and I know him. He may be pissed off enough to hurt me the way he knows he just did, but not seeing my face while he fucks me will hurt him more. When he doesn’t move, I look at him over my shoulder and push my ass back again. His jaw works as he steps forward, his eyes flashing, when he smacks both ass cheeks hard enough to make me yelp and jolt forward.
“You wanna play games, Lyla James?” He smiles ruthlessly, as he grips my hips and pulls me right back to him. “Is that what this is?”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I breathe, as I turn away and stare at the white plush comforter beneath me.
My hair cascades on either side of my face like a curtain. The only warning I get is his fingers digging into my flesh. He spears me so fucking hard, it actually knocks the wind out of me. I’m really wet, but nothing can prepare me for his size.
I scream.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he says in a low, animalistic groan that makes my entire body tighten. He stops moving for a moment, pulls out, and does it again. “Fucking hell, Lyla. You feel so fucking good.”
He does it again, and again, I scream. I don’t know what I say or sound like, but I know it’s enough to make him pause, just for a moment, before he starts fucking me. His thrusts are deep and ruthless.My stomach and pussy clench with each one. He curses under his breath when he feels it happen. I bite my lip to keep from shouting again. He feels so good.Too good.Somewhere in my jumbled thoughts, I realize he’s not using a condom. I don’t care right now, because I know him. I trust him. I know he’d only do this with me.I will ask later, though. Right now, if he stops fucking me, I’ll die. If he keeps fucking me, I might die. I gasp and tense up when I feel a wet finger coaxing my other hole and hold my breath for the intrusion.
“Relax,” he says, slowing his thrusts. I can’t relax, though. He squeezes my ass with his other hand. “Fucking relax.”
I bite my lip and drop my head, as I try.
“Look at me.” It’s a demand I can’t deny. I look at him over my shoulder. I wish I hadn’t. It only serves as a reminder of how fucking gorgeous he is. He holds my gaze. “Do you trust me?”
My eyes widen. He wants to talk about trust NOW? In the middle of this? He’s done this to me before, but it was when he had my unequivocal trust. His finger moves again. I tense and his eyes hood, making me wetter. It makes me feel sick, but despite everything, I do trust him. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have blindly signed the stupid contract.
“Do you trust me, or is that also gone?” His eyes are hard, as he asks the question. I know he’s upset, but fuck, why now? I take a breath and nod. His eyes darken. “I need to hear the words.”
“I trust you,” I whisper, looking at him.
“Relax for me, then,” he says, his voice softer now.
I feel my body relax and shiver when he dips his finger in. The moment he feels that, he starts fucking me hard again. He makes everything feel so damn good, even this. His grip tightens on my ass cheek and moves faster in my other hole, when I bring a hand to palm my breast and play with my nipple. I’m going to come. I know I am as long as he doesn’t stop.
“Don’t stop.” I moan as I tug it, my eyes rolling back. “Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck, baby.” He slows for a moment, and I know he’s watching me play with my nipple.
I push my ass back so he can keep moving, the motion making his finger go deeper. I squeeze around him and moan loudly, feeling my entire body hum with the beginning of an orgasm. With his other hand, he slaps my ass hard, and that’s what throws me over the edge. I convulse, gripping the sheets hard, as I squeeze and pulse around him with a loud scream that I’m sure the entire city can hear. My eyes roll back with the intensity of it. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to lose his mind the way I just did. An angry growl rips through him, and he suddenly stops moving. He pulls out his finger first. My arms and legs are shaking as I hold myself up. I’m on the cusp of another orgasm when he stops moving.
“No. No. Don’t stop,” I say, panting.
I look over my shoulder and watch his jaw tick, as he pulls out of me completely. I wait for him to thrust back inside me, but he just pauses there, looking at me like he’s about to fucking lose it.
“No.” I say again, shaking my ass. His eyes darken as he looks at my movement, but he continues to just stand there. “Why the hell did you stop?”
He glances away but doesn’t answer. It doesn’t look like he’s going to keep fucking me, which, what the hell? I turn and sit, looking at his cock to see if something’s wrong with it, but it’s hard and glistening with the pleasure he just gave me. Is this part of his punishment? He’s not going to let himself come with me? I bury every single emotion that rolls through me at the thought of that.
“Lachlan,” I demand. “What happened?”
He looks at me again, his eyes dark and molten. He doesn’t say anything as he leans over, lifts, and pushes me gently so I’m on my back in the middle of the bed. He grabs my throat and squeezes it as he settles between my legs again and sinks into me ever so slowly. My eyes roll back as he fills me, inch by inch. He takes his hand from my throat and sets it beside my head as he lowers himself closer to me. His thrusts are slow, but just as deep, and not any less effective. He’s still hitting me in places that make it hard to think, hard to breathe. He slows down even more, and drops his head to my chest, bringing his mouth to my breasts. He takes his time with each one, licking, biting, and sucking each nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, my eyes rolling back and my hips moving on their own to meet each of his thrusts.
